Long Pinnate Poems

I crave a piece of land,
Oh! Parasakthi!
I crave a piece of land...

Amidst the piece of land,
build me a palace grand
with sundecks and picturesque pillars;
everything in pristine colors.
And near the well,
the long pinnate leaves 
and the...

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It was not very stately standing all alone,
A small tree full of pinnate foliage,
Had no appearance of being strong,
Looked rigid, this songbird and squirrel village.

Thought how vulnerable and helpless it looked,
All by itself out there...

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Two leaves fell from a different tree
And the loss of the world was all the same
There is beauty in all diversity
Difference of temperature changes not the flame
The sun that comes down a barren sky
Prowl and...

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Emerald green that shines on
gleaming green jewel bug
Algae green of the serene pond
And there swim the shoveler ducks

Harlequin green from areca leaves pinnate
Softly grins when sunrays gently penetrate
And the dark green on betel leaves
Oh ho,...

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Thoughts of the past beneath trees shade deep sighs
as leaves rain above relax ambience.

A mountain gravel path laced in pigments
freckle crimson, copper, and honey gold
striking crisp blithe as soft waves of fluttering
pinnate leaves still battle...

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"Don't deprive yourself of soaking the simplest things in life of what is around you, you will miss the beauty of what God did create that makes this universe." 
Quote by _ poet

A butterfly flits,...

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47 a number
And just what is lavender
A variety of Evanescence and array and assortment flowering plants in the mint
Lamiaceae
A floral article purple violet flower
Originates from Canary Islands
Cape Verde Old World
Found in temperate climates
Lavender
Spike rising foliage
Containing...

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The love is pure 
    The love is blind
   It is the feeling
  Which you cannot hide.

 The one you love is your moon
 And you there for them...

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FALL    LEAVES


Wind is from the north at last -
Changed from summer’s soothing balm.
The leaves resist the icy blast –
Stubborn stalks with fiery charm.

Each little golden pinnate shakes
As wind bites sharply at its...

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In pinnate physicals, the thing,
moves like a stark terror
savagely. A primal fear

takes over, because dead don’t
speak. The bullet had passed
through chest. Mutiny of dumb

dandelions, lipless voices in the
sea of madness. Search for a missing
truth begins....

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